There's new life for us to eatI prey on the young und weakThere's new life fore us to eatI prey on the young und weak

What's your problem, life's a breezeFrist you run and then you eat

The pavementæŠ¯ bubbling tar along the runwayThe purring of our engines drives the birds awayA thousand voices cry in the arenaA thousand voices cry with just one thing to sayWhen we were young the world was like a visionThe colours und the sounds they look out breath awayBut now we watch it all on televisionWhile eating processed meat off of a plastic tray